"Mom," Christopher snarled, "if you do that, I'll never forgive you my entire life."
His voice was severe, tinged with warning and resolution.
Chandra's heart leaped.
She hissed through gritted teeth, "Christopher Jackson! Did you forget who gave birth to you? You're my biological son whom I raised, and now you're—"
"Enough!"
Christopher cut her off.
"Are you allowed to do this just because you're my mother? Being my mother isn't an excuse to do evil! Mom, I'm serious. If she dies, I'll never want to see you ever again in my whole life. I'll hate you forever! You've already lost a son. If you want to lose your other son as well, go ahead and kill Sydney and fulfill your selfish desires. I won't be the only one—Xyla won't forgive you either. I'll hate you with my entire being!"
Chandra's hands shook. "Are you not even acknowledging me as your mother? How could you speak like this to me because of that bitch? If you don't want me as your mother, fine!"
She hung up and threw Xyla's phone to the ground, then pulled her phone out to make a call.
"Mom, what are you trying to do?" Xyla asked, grabbing her hand.
"Let me go! I'm going to kill Sydney and destroy all evidence! I still have time."
"No, Mom! You can't do that! Please, I'm begging you!"
"Let me go!" Chandra said with a frown. "Xyla, you're such a fool! We could have done this without anyone noticing, but you told your brother about it and made the entire situation worse. You're putting me in harm's way! There's still time now to salvage the situation. I'll kill her and destroy all evidence. No one will find out we did it. I'm trying to take revenge for you."
"I don't want you to do that for me! You're harming me instead. I wanted to lead a peaceful life, but now you're placing this burden on my shoulders."
"Why won't you let me continue talking?" Xyla retorted.
She decided to go all out.
"Charles killed himself! He wasn't in a car accident. You claimed he did because you didn't want the misfortune to sully our family's reputation. You caused Charles' death! It's all your fault!"
"Shut up!"
Chandra raised a hand to hit Xyla again, but her hand hung in mid-air. She clenched her fist as she swung her arm down.
"You unfilial brat! I'm doing all these for you, but you're turning your back on me and blaming me for this and what happened to Charles! He was a weakling. How could a grown man seek his own death? He's not fit to be my son!"
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